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His hand dropped from his face and the full force of his gaze held me. A corner of his mouth lifted, his scar taunting me. “Are you saying you didn’tenjoy it?”
I puckered my lips slyly and stretched under the comforter. My body thrummed pleasantly. “Irrelevant.”
With the grace and fluidity of a predator on the prowl, he sat up, letting the sheets fall from his body and settle around his hips, revealing his taut, sculpted abdomen. I was suddenly wide awake, and judging by his thickening erection, so was he. “Oh, I’m so sorry that I ruined your cardio plans. Here, let me help you out get in a goodworkout.”
He ripped the sheets off my body.
I managed to escape the bed as Sebastian hopped into the shower, giving my poor body a reprieve. My panties were in a pile, so I grabbed them and pulled them on, but our shirts were laying somewhere on the floor downstairs. Deciding to let the girls be free for a little while longer, I left my sports bra where it was on the carpet and grabbed the empty glasses that Sebastian had brought up after our first-round last night.
A few minutes later, I was carefully balancing the refilled water glasses on my way up the stairs and into Sebastian’s bedroom.
“It’s like déjà vu all over again.”
His sudden appearance, emerging from the en-suite bathroom just as I walked into his room, almost made me fumble the water glasses.Shit.
Sebastian chuckled at my jumpiness and fixed the towel around his waist, a smirk on his face. “Not that I’m complaining. This is definitely a sight that I will never gettired of.”
I didn’t get what he was talking about until I followed his gaze to my naked chest.
I snorted and set the glasses on the nightstand. “I’m never going to live that down, am I?”
Sebastian chuckled and walked toward me, still focused on my bare tits. “You have to admit, it was a great introduction. Although, I think I prefer this time.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because I can do this now.” He reached out with both hands and cupped my tits.
Geez, you would think he would be used to them after having them in his mouth all last night. Rolling my eyes good-naturedly, I let him say hello to the girls. I mean, he hadn’t seen them in over ten minutes. That must have been torture for him.
To be fair, I got what he meant because for the first time, I could give in to my desire to press my whole body against his freshly showered one.
I took a step forward, closing the last of the distance between us, and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. My movements forced him to let go of my boobs, and his hands moved down my bare sides and settled on my ass. Using his new grip on me, he heldme close.
I dug my hand into the base of his waterlogged hair, stirring up the scent of his shampoo. Sandalwood. I hummed in delight and buried my nose intohis neck.
“Oh, and you do, by the way,” he mumbled into my hair.
“Huh?”
“You have the best ass in the league.”
Our conversation from last night came back to me, and I snorted in disbelief, pushing off him a few inches so I could look into his gorgeous face. “Of course, I have the best ass. I’m a goaltender. I basically spend the entire game in a squat. I would demand a refund if it wasn’t toned to helland back.”
“Maybe you should get a refund anyway. It is a little pale,” he chirped and squeezedsaid ass.
“Hey. Rude. I’m Russian. Everything about me is pale. And all your coloring is artificial.”
We both looked down at his chest, the water-color-like ink illuminated in the bright bedroom. I hadn’t studied them last night, a little occupied with other things, but now that I wasn’t avoiding looking at Sebastian in a locker room, I could get a good look at the designs.
Both of his arms, his chest, and his sides were covered in ink. The bold black lines and small designs reminded me of old-school sailor tattoos. But instead of solid, saturated colors filling in the patchwork images perfectly, a rainbow of colors floated around his skin, not staying within any lines, and melting into each other. Releasing one hand from around his neck, I ran my palm down his shoulder and over his colorful peck.
“You could always get your own color,” Kingston suggested as I traced the image of a bird splashed with yellow andblue ink.
“Yeah? Gonna recommend me your artist?”
“Uhh…”
I looked up at him in question, and his red face made my eyebrows raise.
